We, like many others right now seem to be stuck in somewhat of a rut of bad luck or negative feelings (I'm not referring to the global pandemic, but rather the knock on effect of months of poor weather, horrific storms and mental battering before the world went crazy.../ier.!)
Many of you may not have caught up with the news of our year last year... So many things happened that weren't good and took all our strength just to wake up each day and function for the sake of those left behind ... But we somehow made it through and are now incredibly upon the anniversary of losing our family already.
March 1st saw the anniversary of losing Beany, and as horrible as it may be to say it aloud - we were counting down the days as though it were some kind of war memorial that we'd surpassed expectations for simply staying alive and battling through the sheer pain and grief. Now we find ourselves trapped in a never-ending loop of daily chores for the Moon Shadow Cats and suddenly realising that -if a year ago we lost do much - that means likewise it is almost a year since we gained 6 new bundles of fluff and cute (grumpy, bitey, noisey) meowishness. As if the mere thought was a revelation that crept up on us and stared us down?!